Daily Devotional – 10/9/13 “Sifted to be shifted!”

At revival on last night, the Pastor spoke on “Satan wants to sift you but God wants to shift you,” from Luke 22:31-32. In this particular scripture Jesus is telling Simon that Satan wants to sift him like wheat. Knowing me, like you all do, you know this piqued my curiosity but before I could go on I had to read about the wheat sifting process and baby, let me break this thang down for you. See, the first process of sifting wheat is called threshing, where the edible wheat grain is separated from the chaff or the stuff you can’t eat and this used to be done by spreading the wheat out and beating it with a flail. You know when the storm first comes, the bad news is just delivered, death has just visited your home, sickness has just been detected, spouse has just decided it’s over, children acting like strangers, friends are showing their true colors as enemies and the job just handed you that pink slip; yea, that’s your threshing. Next is the winnowing process where the loosened chaff is removed and this was normally done by throwing the wheat in the air that caused the loose chaff to be blown out allowing the heavy grain to fall back to the floor. Oh, this is simply that moment when you feel like all hell is breaking loose, you’re looking around trying to figure out where you are even though you’re in the same place or asking what the hell is going on; yea, that moment. However, nowadays, this process is done together in a machine called a combine that allows the threshing and the winnowing process to be done and then the wheat, the useable wheat is then able to be used. You know, how it seems like if you didn’t have bad luck you wouldn’t have any luck at all, you keep getting hit on every side until you’re bruised up, you’ve turned the last cheek and you have no more to use, you’re all cried out, feet tired of pacing, body tired from tossing and turning, throat sore from calling out to God and knees worn out from praying?

Oh but then when the process is over and all of the mess, that unusable mess is removed and everything that has been thrown in the air is finally coming back down, you start to see the sun because the clouds are rolling away, you can smile now because the tears have dried, you can get up off your bed of affliction, you can stand because the water is now receding and you can breathe. Why? Well, that’s because like Jesus told Simon in Luke 22:32. “But I have prayed for you, Simon that your faith may not fail. And when you have turned back, strengthen your brothers.” So, after you’ve gone through, tell somebody. After you’ve made it through, tell somebody else. After you’ve survived, tell somebody else that. After your scars have healed, tell somebody else that God is. After you’ve been sifted to now be shifted to your destiny, tell somebody else that God is real!

You had to be shook out to save, scattered to be sanctified, searched to be secured, sought to be separated, set up to serve, shaken to be sharpened and shattered to be strengthen all for you to be sifted to now be shifted!

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One thought on “Daily Devotional – 10/9/13 “Sifted to be shifted!”

  1. Adored like I’m the only one
    He bends over and kisses me
    with a love like no other.

    Never a more intimate love known
    than a heart inflamed by God,
    and now to you alone do I belong.

    But when least expected…
    I’m passed a cup of the most
    bitter of wines again and again.

    This greatest of loves is also
    the bearer of deep torment,
    unbridled agony, along with
    hope, sent a drop at a time.
    Thank you for giving me
    a heart that loves you.

    Left wondering where you’re
    beloved is hiding, as
    you’re heart, mind and body
    are slammed against the
    shore with each incoming
    wave, that what once was
    is hardly recognizable anymore.
    Hanging on by a thread.
    Will you remember me?

    Madness engulfs the one
    dropped off at the farthest
    curb, with no memory of how
    to return home.
    Not for the weak of heart, nor
    the strongest.

    Life becomes a very bad joke
    as you watch the once shiny
    diamond polished by Him
    return to the lump of coal.
    Pleas for help, cries of despair
    go unanswered. With each
    passing day my heart grows
    colder, you’re warmth fainter
    and I find life not worth living.

    I’ll never settle for less than
    all of you.
    You’re shown me too much,
    loved me too deeply; I cannot
    will not go back.
    I must have you all for my own.

    Waiting for you to bring me
    back to life…
    my beautiful Puppet Master.

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